WallGown
The stale air, the bent leaves, gives pause to this world and its flaws. Warped smiles, genuine fear, the knowledge of my life is made clear.
WallGown
Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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Hail The Game | 0 | 06/10/2009 |
Whiley | 0 | 03/18/2009 |
Cavehand | 0 | 03/18/2009 |
Ville | 0 | 03/16/2009 |
Frail Tyme | 0 | 03/16/2009 |
The Sweet Air | 1 | 03/16/2009 |
Claim On Hold | 0 | 12/22/2008 |
The Long Pond | 0 | 12/22/2008 |
Constant Universe | 0 | 12/22/2008 |
LedMont | 0 | 12/22/2008 |
Act Clear | 0 | 12/22/2008 |
Drawtag | 0 | 12/22/2008 |
Twist Fig | 0 | 12/22/2008 |
Baithelm | 0 | 12/22/2008 |
Braisse' | 0 | 12/22/2008 |
WallGown | 0 | 12/22/2008 |
Louse | 0 | 12/04/2008 |
On the Deedot | 0 | 12/04/2008 |
Liltleer | 0 | 12/04/2008 |
StarOvey | 1 | 12/04/2008 |
Flatroom | 1 | 11/25/2008 |
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